As a soaper
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Thread Topic: As a soaper
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When Seiji entered, two of his "friends" swung their arms around him as they walked to class.
"Hey J, where were you 1st hour?" asked one tall boy with short blonde hair. -
*Jeremy dammit not Seiji
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While Antonio, Digit, and Squirt walked to class, they were stopped in the hall at least twice by giggling girls teasing Digit about how pale he got around them, and Squirt about how short he was.
Eventually, they caught sight of Jeremy walking with two other guys.
"Hey look, there's Jeremyyy!" Digit shouted, resulting in Antonio digging his heel into his foot. -
The other boy looked behind them at Antonio and his friends, interrupting Jeremy's answer. "Hey Jer, you know those losers?"
Jeremy sighed and walked away. -
Antonio groaned, shoving his shoulder into Digit while the trio continued walking. "Great job, Dig, now he thinks we're weird."
"He already knew that, Toni. He just thinks you're hot, duh."
"You're kidding."
"No, people really dig the loser with a Spanish accent! Like in movies." -
The two boys attempted to catch up to Jeremy, but he had already been lost in the crowd of people in the hall. Before he knew it, Jeremy was in his class.
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The trio bickered with each other until they got to their classes and had to split up. At which point, they all were quiet, since they talked to almost no one but each other.
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Although people approached him, Jeremy didn't talk much, and hIs answers wer cold and short. It was just as usual.
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By the time lunch time rolled around, Antonio was quickly chickening out on this lunch trip thing. I mean, he was going with a famous kid, so wouldn't there be paparazzi? Or some entourage of popular kids? But Digit dragged him to the car, forcibly driving him to the cafe.
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Jeremy drove himself to the cafe, putting a scarf over his mouth and nose and messing up his hair as his usual disguise. He did this whenever he went out so that nobody would recognize him.
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When they arrived at the cafe and were parked, Digit locked the car doors for a moment. "Toni. This is your chance. This guy is obviously into you. So here's what you've got to do. I know you get flustered easily, but if you do, don't mumble when you talk because he won't know what you're saying. And remember he doesn't speak Spanish so whatever you say in not English with just go right over his head." He unlocked the doors, and Antonio got out, crossing his arms and hanging his head while he walked to the doors of the cafe.
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Jeremy approached Antonio and put a hand on his shoulder.
Because he's a creep.)) -
Antonio squeaked; his nerves were already high and now he was getting snuck up on. He turned, sighing when he realized it was only Jeremy. "What's with the gettup? It's eighty degrees out here."
((When the stalked become the stalkersss -
"Shh..." he whispered. "Somehow, it tricks Paparazzi. Let's go in."
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"Oh... Okay," he agreed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his khaki shorts and walking into the building.
Back in the car, Digit groaned, because he could no longer see the pair. And had a feeling the socially awkward Spaniard would mess something up.
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